Chapter 384 Extra: Mist

However, the moment Li Qihan leaned closer, a hint of cunning flashed in Xia Lili's eyes.

She suddenly scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on the front of his straight shirt.

“Crash—”

The water stains quickly spread across his chest, and the fabric became translucent, tightly covering the outline of his firm and powerful muscles.

Li Qihan paused.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked at the "culprit" in the bathtub.

Xia Lili was curling up the corners of her mouth with pride, like a cat that had succeeded in a prank.

He didn't say anything, nor did he wipe the water stains off his body.

Instead, he supported himself on the edge of the bathtub with one hand, suddenly leaned down, and accurately grabbed those smiling lips.

This kiss was aggressive and mixed with warm water vapor, wet and hot.

Xia Lili subconsciously raised her head in response, her fingertips unconsciously grasping his wet collar.

After the kiss, both of them were breathing a little unsteady.

Li Qihan rested his forehead against hers, his voice low and hoarse, filled with fatal temptation: "It seems... you are not tired anymore?"

Before he finished speaking, he had already reached into the water and lifted her up horizontally from the water.

Water splashed everywhere, Xia Lili let out a soft cry, and subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Then... wash together."

The bathroom was filled with warm steam, which made the large mirror hazy.

Amidst the rustling sounds, a small hand suddenly pressed down, leaving a clear mark.

Immediately afterwards, another broad palm covered over, and the fingers of the two hands intertwined and fit together.

The mist on the mirror slid down the edge of the palm and was wiped away, revealing two pairs of eyes in the mirror.

One pair is wet and misty, the other pair is deep and aggressive.

The undried water droplets on the shower head dripped down and landed on the bathroom tiles, leaving winding trails.

After a long time.

The bathroom door opened again, and steaming hot air filled out.

Li Qihan carried the exhausted Xia Lili back to the bedroom and placed her in front of the dressing table.

He picked up the hair dryer and skillfully played with her wet hair.

The warm wind was buzzing, but he was still full of energy, as if the exhausting thing that had just happened had never happened.

Xia Lili leaned lazily against his strong chest, too lazy to even move her fingertips.

The blush on her cheeks has not yet completely faded, like a ripe peach.

She closed her eyes, feeling the gentle touch of his fingertips in her hair and the warm air from the hair dryer. She felt so comfortable that she almost fell asleep, like a cat having its fur stroked.

Li Qihan lowered his head, looking at the person in his arms who was completely dependent on him, with satisfaction and doting flashing across his eyes. He continued to patiently help her blow dry every strand of hair.

Li Qihan put down the hair dryer, and the world seemed to become quiet in an instant, leaving only the fresh and warm fragrance of her hair filling the air.

He looked down and saw that Xia Lili in his arms had closed her eyes at some point, and her breathing became slow and long.

The long eyelashes cast a small, obedient shadow under the eyes, like a cat that finally found a home.

He couldn't help but slow down all his movements, holding her knees with one hand and holding her back firmly with the other, and picked her up easily.

While sleeping, Xia Lili's head instinctively found a more comfortable position in the crook of his neck, and her warm breath brushed against his skin.

He carried her to the bed with steady steps and put her down carefully, but her arms were still wrapped around him in dependence.

Li Qihan's heart softened instantly, and he lay down beside her, holding her in his arms.

With a soft "click" sound of turning off the lights, the night gently enveloped them, and also gently covered the figures of the two.

At dusk on weekends, the setting sun melts into gold, immersing the living room in a warm orange hue.

Li Qihan was sitting on the sofa reading documents. Xia Lili lay down naturally like a lazy cat, resting her head on his legs.

His slender fingers shuttled through her cascading hair, and time passed quietly and long.

After a moment of silence, she got bored and started playing with the buttons of his shirt.

"Li Qihan," she suddenly remembered something and looked up at him. From this angle, his jawline was particularly clear. "Will your legs go numb if I rest my head on yours like this?"

He turned over a page of documents, his tone calm but firm:

"Won't."

"Why?"

"Because," he finally lowered his eyes and met her gaze, his voice full of indulgence, "the whole world is here, it's worth it to get numb."

The moment the words fell, Xia Lili's heart seemed to skip a beat.

She subconsciously tried to avoid his direct gaze, but was firmly locked in the gentle depths of his eyes.

The twilight gently stretches the light and shadow in the room, making it ambiguous and long-lasting.

Li Qihan's gaze finally moved away from Xia Lili's slightly red ears and fell back on the paper, but he could no longer read the words on it.

He stroked the paper with his slender fingers for a few times before finally closing the document completely.

Li Qihan's gaze fell back on her again.

This time, it precisely stopped at the soft and attractive lips outlined by the sunset.

The hand that had just closed the document reached for the glass bowl beside it, which was filled with ripe cherries.

My fingertips touched the cold bowl wall and the fruit with water droplets on it.

Li Qihan picked up one, put it steadily to her lips and began to feed it.

Xia Lili took a bite of the cherry in his hand, the sweet juice spread in her mouth, and she squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

"Is it sweet?" he asked in a low voice, his fingertips brushing across her lower lip unintentionally.

She nodded and wanted to say something, but he leaned over and blocked all her unspoken words.

The kiss was as sweet as cherries, gentle and lingering.

He didn't move away until she was almost out of breath, with undercurrents in his eyes.

"Let me try it."

Before he could finish his words, he kissed her again.

This time, it was a bit more aggressive than before, as if it really wanted to taste the sweetness of the cherry.

She was trapped in a small space by him and could only look up and bear it, her consciousness gradually dissipating in the sweet entanglement.

He took another cherry into his mouth and kissed it with his lips.

The fruit was pushed and crushed between the lips and teeth, and the sweet juice stained each other's mouth corners and jaws.

She was helpless to endure this excessive intimacy, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched his collar.

He picked up a plump, bright red cherry and twisted it slightly between his fingertips. The deep red color contrasted sharply with his cold white knuckles.

This time, however, it was not brought to her lips.

The cold, wine-red fruit, still stained with water, slid slowly along her jaw and across her neck.

It paused briefly at the slightly concave collarbone, leaving a winding trail of water.

Her body trembled slightly, and she wanted to say something, but her eyes were fixed on him, and all the words melted in her throat.

Li Qihan's fingertips gently brushed across the undulations of the thin clothing, and finally disappeared under the junction of clothing and skin.

She instinctively brought her knees together, but his free hand gently held them down.

"Don't move."

His voice was low and hoarse, enveloping her like dusk.

The presence of the cherry became extremely clear, and the coldness and the burning heat that was about to ignite formed a sharp contrast on her skin.

She could feel the casual touch of his fingertips, which made her shudder more than the rolling of the cherry.

Suddenly, he leaned over, and his warm lips replaced the cold fruit.

Click.

A fuller cherry rolled off the sofa and fell to the floor, its bright red color dazzling.

Then, another one fell and collided with the previous one, illuminated by the warm golden sunset.

No one cares anymore.

His kiss has replaced all the sweet fruits and become the only annotation in the dusk.